The morning was gray, but it didn't matter.
Who cares about the weather when your world has been remade?
And Seiji's world had been remade. He felt reborn. He looked at his naked body in the bathroom mirror and saw a stranger. A stranger he liked. He was tall, his frame solid, and his face… well, it was the face of a man who had taken what he wanted.
His gaze dropped. His hands were wrapped around his most prized possession, the monument to his yesterday's triumph.
He could still feel the echo of Yumi's pleasure from the night before.
I am a fucking god.
The amulet, resting against his chest, pulsed with a slow, warm beat, as if in agreement.
CLICK.
The sound of the bathroom door closing was soft, but it ripped through the quiet like a thunderclap.
Wtf?
Seiji spun around.
His stepmom stood frozen by the door, her eyes impossibly wide.
Haruko was a mess, a stark contrast to her usual porcelain perfection. Her nightgown was rumpled, a towel thrown over her shoulder, but it was her gaze that held him. It wasn't on his face. It was locked on his cock, burning with a hunger that was both surprising and magnetic.
"Seiji…"
Pink flooded her cheeks, a frantic blush that did nothing to hide the need in her eyes.
What do I do?
Seiji thought hard, still grasping his cock.
Apologize? Hide?
Ridiculous. Apologize for what? For being naked in the bathroom? Hide? Where? Behind his own hands clutching the very thing that attracted her attention?
Seiji didn't move. He just stood there, processing...
Haruko's scent—jasmine and sleep-warm skin—reached him over the sterile floor smell of the bathroom as she took a step, then another.
"Are you alright, Seiji?"
The amulet buzzed, a sharp, electric warmth that spilled over his chest just as her fingers made contact.
It was a jolt. A circuit completed.
He could feel it. He could feel her desire, her confusion, flowing into him, and into the amulet. The amulet drank it in, and a new energy flooded Seiji's veins.
He let go of his cock, letting Haruko take its full weight. She gasped.
Her eyes were still glued to it.
"I'm just... trying to help," she whispered. "Is this helping, Seiji?"
Help? The amulet's energy roared its answer. This wasn't help. It was her lust. Plain and simple. This was the beginning of her surrender to him.
"Yes," Seiji choked out.
Before he could process his words, Haruko's kiss covered his mouth.
It was deep and searching.
Seiji straightened his back. Everything was clear to him now. He was no longer a shy boy with a boner. He was a force so powerful it was shattering his stepmom's reason.
Seiji raised a hand and cupped the back of Haruko's head. He was taking the energy she was giving him and channeling it right back into her, making her moan slightly.
His hips began to move involuntarily, as her hand found the perfect rhythm.
Seiji groaned into Haruko's mouth. She swallowed the sound, and he felt her tongue darting against his. Sweet. Mint toothpaste.
Fuck, she tastes nice… And her hand… Oh, her hand…
Haruko certainly knew how to jerk off. Her fingers now moved with a slick confidence up and down his shaft, dragging the skin slightly when passing over the tip.
Pressure coiled low in Seiji's stomach, tighter and hotter than anything he'd felt before. It was too much—too much power, too much pleasure, too much her.
"Let go," he heard her moan against his lips.
Oh, he was ready.
Seiji threw his head back with a guttural groan, his entire body tensing. Something deep inside him snapped, and then—
Splat. Splat. Splat.
Thick, white ropes flew past Haruko's stroking hand, arcing through the air to splatter against the dark wood of the vanity, the tiled floor, and the small mat in front of the mirror.
Seiji's eyes were open, watching the spectacle in wonder.
I didn't know I could shoot this far.
Stepmom was an expert, but he was the storm.
He noticed Haruko was staring at the mess as well, breathing heavily. She'd forgotten to take her hand off him, and a few final, pearly drops spilled onto her fingers.
"You should be better now," she muttered in a dazed whisper. "Go to the shower. Quick. Or you'll be late."
Seiji didn't need to be told twice. He hurried into the shower, but as he glanced back, he caught a sight of Haruko lifting her glistening fingers to her face.
"She tasted my cum! Holy fuck!"
The water cascaded over Seiji, but it couldn't wash away the feeling. The god-like confidence settling into his bones felt more real than anything.
He was beginning to understand how immense his new power truly was.